Spectacular Sunset

Everyone’s safely in their stalls or paddocks for the night. The barn is still; the scent of fresh pine shavings emanating from each stall. The evening chill drifts through the barn. Braz shakes her head as tendrils of moist breath tickle her whiskers.

Today was another bran mash day, both in the morning and evening. If I can see my own breath, the kids get a treat.